Luyện nghe bài hát on my way to work

There is a car where the block begins
And there are people praises
Say it's all of him
There is a bird perched on a frayed wet
And his voice sings out for a
But it's by the choir

Voices reaching way beyond the
devotion they perform these sacred tasks
They themselves and offer up their checkbooks
Slight suffering is not too to ask

we all are making money
And we are all fucking
And we don't know we are doing
Maybe just buying us some
Because we know that we are
Oh yeah, that's for sure
And the older ones are
And the ones they are dying
Maybe we are all

I pass a graveyard on my way to
I saw two dozen white roses
On a new mound of dirt
And I wondered about the
the darkness finally swallowed him
Was he and content

Or was he in a struggle to keep breathing
Ripping apart the sheets that his bed
out loud for someone to help him
And collapsing on his back all pale and

Maybe it's me this unstable
obsessed about the end
Why I let what happens happen?
And just enjoy the time I
Oh how I it was so easy
But when there is no point to
You know it gets a bit
Why is I keep going?
Why is that we keep